America 1982-Chapter 56 - 13: The Candidates Make Their Entrance (End)
"Fifth place, Kevin Nipfen, a high school student hailing from a public high school in Suffolk County, Long Island, New York, once ranked first in the New York State high school wrestling league. His profile is adorned with numerous accolades from competitions. By all rights, he should have been directly recruited by a top university on a full scholarship. I don’t understand why he came here. He himself wrote that he seeks healing and warmth."
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"F*ck! Kevin, that guy’s back injury is probably never going to heal in his lifetime!"
In a dark alley in New York, a drunken white youth was slammed to the ground like a broken sack by a heavy and forceful backdrop, even causing a muffled thud from his chest cavity!
The one called Kevin, a tall and muscular white high school student, didn’t even look at the opponent he had thrown down, turning instead to walk toward the exit of the alley.
"You damn little bastard, I’m going to..." The drunk staggered to his feet, pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, and charged at Kevin!
"Bear witness for me, officer, he attacked me first, and he was armed with a weapon. I had no choice but to defend myself."
Having spoken to his companion, Kevin dodged the drunk’s attack with an agility that seemed completely at odds with his robust physique. He then embraced the drunk with both arms around his waist and, with a sudden burst of strength, leaned back, slamming the white man headfirst into the ground with a human pile driver.
With a thud from the ground, Kevin let go, and the drunk, planted headfirst like an upside-down tree, flopped onto the ground, limp as a noodle, completely knocked out and motionless.
"You saw it, he intended to assault someone, officer." Kevin stood up, rubbed his lower back, walked over to his companion, and took a Gatorade from him to drink.
His companion, a similarly young-looking black police officer, was nervously swallowing as he watched the white man on the ground.
"Kevin, comics might need Spider-Man in New York, but reality might not... Thanks to you joining me on patrol, I’ve picked up seventeen assholes this week already. The captain has advised me to lay off a bit and not be so harsh anymore, to save taxpayer money from going toward treating these bastards."
"You’ll be promoted soon. We’re like Batman and Commissioner Gordon. Whoever you can’t handle, I’ll take care of." Having finished the Gatorade, Kevin patted his partner on the shoulder.
The police officer exhaled, "I think you’re just venting your anger at being forced to say goodbye to your career on these unlucky bastards, and it has nothing to do with justice. Kevin, let these poor thugs go. They aren’t heinous murderers but just guys with bad behavior. Yesterday, some black idiot had his pelvis broken by you, and because he kept clutching his crotch and screaming, he was either misdiagnosed by a rookie doctor in the ER or was maliciously avenged. In the end, although they managed to reattach his bones, the guy lost two of his nuts."
"Today is the last day. Tomorrow, I’m off to a summer camp." Kevin took his jacket from the other man, put it on, and walked out of the alley.
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"Sixth place, Frank Grillo, an Italian-American high school student from a public high school in Rockland County, New York, once ranked first in the Rockland County high school wrestling league. He aims to earn honors through summer camp, get into a prestigious university, and learn to be independent. I think he could serve as a security officer at this summer camp along with the aforementioned Kevin."
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In the suburbs of Rockland County, New York, at a detached house with a homemade swing in the backyard, a high school student with a ferocious face and a sturdy body was swinging on an obviously too small swing for his size.
"Frank, are you listening to me and playing nicely in the backyard?" a gentle female voice rose in the room.
The high school student replied sullenly, "I’m here, Mom! Sitting on the swing like I did when I was four, having a grand old time."
"Good, I’ve packed fourteen pairs of underwear for you in your suitcase. Do you think that will be enough?" the woman asked loudly.
Frank looked down and sighed in despair.
"Frank~~Mom is asking you~~"
At that moment, a neighbor from next door responded loudly with a teasing voice, "If Frank’s behind isn’t made of metal polished by a lathe, I think it should be enough, Mrs. Grillo!"
Then he poked his head out and said to Frank Grillo, who was swinging with his head lowered, "I’m so envious of you. You’re close to graduating high school and have never washed your underwear by yourself. Being Italian sure is blissful. I have a feeling that everyone at the summer camp will become your babysitter. When you see them, wish them luck for me."
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"The seventh, Stephen Binn, can be described as the perfect scion of a wealthy family. He secured a spot at Stanford University with his abilities, even before attending this summer camp. The reason he wrote for joining this camp is boredom and waiting, but he didn’t specify what he’s waiting for."
... 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
New York, Manhattan, Doctor Dolan’s high-end psychological clinic.
Stephen Binn lay on the couch with a smile on his face, eyes closed, and spoke in a relaxed tone to the psychologist sitting across from him:
"I’ve always grown up in happiness and joy, at least happier than the vast majority of my peers in the United State America. The day I got my driver’s license, my family gave me a limited edition Lotus sports car. When I got my small aircraft pilot’s license, my family gave me a small plane, bright red and very eye-catching. Oh, and I also have three arcade machines at home loaded with the latest games..."
"Stephen, you know that since your father’s time, we’ve been the psychologists for the Binn Family, right? My father and I have served the Binns for decades. I’ve told you that you’re suffering from a psychological disorder, and it’s getting worse. The effort you’re making to hide it from me is ineffective," the doctor interrupted Stephen.
Stephen laughed, "Come on, Doctor Dolan, how could that be possible? You know, my grandfather is lying in the hospital with tubes all over, waiting to breathe his last. I just have to wait for him to close his eyes for good, and according to his will, I’ll inherit a fortune. After deducting taxes, it’s about six hundred million US Dollar. I don’t think I would have a psychological disorder in this situation. If anticipating counts as a psychological disorder, then maybe I have it."
"Of course, I’m well aware of this situation. On the surface, you outshine your siblings and are undoubtedly the most accomplished young man of your generation in the Baine Family. However, I can say with certainty, Steve, that these eighteen years of striving to be the finest heir for the Binns have led you to suffer from depression, autism, affective disorder, and as I understand psychological illnesses, after you inherit the fortune, you’re undoubtedly going to develop wealth fatigue syndrome, as well as severe substance dependency disorders like alcoholism and drug addiction. I suggest you..."
"Shut up, Doctor Dolan!" Stephen Binn suddenly stood up from the couch, glaring at the psychiatrist: "I don’t have any fucking issues! Soon, I’ll be the richest eighteen-year-old in this country! I’ll have everything! What I’ve been missing before, I can have all of it once I get the fortune!"
Having said that, Stephen Binn picked up his backpack and headed toward the door, speaking irritably, "I’m off to a summer camp to pass the time while waiting for my grandfather’s death. I won’t have time to visit you this month, Doctor Dolan, and remember, the next time you see me, you better show me the respect you show my grandfather, because then I’ll decide whether you continue to serve the Binn Family."
"Yeah, my treatment suggestion was indeed that you should join a summer camp or something and make some friends before you inherit the fortune." Watching the empty couch, Doctor Dolan shrugged and said, "The right decision."
